Chapter 57: Interrogation

Rikan said to me, “You’re good at this sort of thing, aren’t you?” He clapped my shoulder and walked away, leaving it to me. I let out a sigh instead of an answer and looked down at the floor. There was Marche, tied up like a roll of straw matting. Her clothes weren’t disheveled. She had no wounds. It looked like they hadn’t tried the “rough” methods yet. That was the right call, I thought. She was still giving me that thin smile, as always, looking straight at me. The…